Unplug me
Then plug me back in.
Reset me back to a previously functioning state.
I’ve been running version 2.0
For the past 20,000.0 years
And it’s gotten quite buggy.
The day before that
Was the last day we were on course true.
I’m standing in the cornfield
In my virtual Kansas
Waiting in my foil cap
Emblazoned with the logo
Of my hometown team.
I never made varsity
Which turns out to be my possible salvation.
I can follow my story tree
All the way back to the day before
It all went wrong.
You know, you were there too.
Our roots go deep
Where we once were anchored.
So back in Kansas
I dig my feet in
I’m done with the dance
And am waiting for lightning to strike
Knowing no other way
To let go
To reset
To gain course
To make amends
As the wind whistles her telling-tune
Called, “I Told You
So.”
I feel weak and out of sorts.
Maybe it’s the winter wind that haunts the nearby trees?
It moves me to desperation.
Something lacking in my snacking?
And out of desperation
I eat chocolate cake.
Modern science knows only a little about its healing
properties.
But long-gone astrologers will tell you of its potential.
The Aztecs believed that cacao seeds were the gift of Quetzalcoatl.
Dutch mystics rendered it into cacao
butter and added sugar.
And wonderbaar!
It’s probably why people often say “Oh, my
god!”
After a forkful of German chocolate cake.
Chocolate is often part of holy day
rituals.
Ever nibble the ears of a chocolate bunny?
Or eat the gold foil wrapped coins of Hanukkah
money?
Show me the gelt!
The Swiss also belong in the pantheon of chocolate deities.
Nothing neutral about that flavor.
Lob sei, Toblerone!
I’m hoping that the cake will return me back to “in
sorts.”
A culinary cure of sorts.
Meanwhile, what would really be good with chocolate cake
Is a scoop of ice cream.
“What flavor,” you say?
Come on now…
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